LETTER TO MYSELF - WHITLEY
Dear Whitley, I know that Jr. high was one of the hardest moments of your life. Between the constant teasing about your height and people at cheer calling you fat you had a lot of horrible stuff to deal with. In sixth grade you started out pretty good and towards the end of the year you sliced your leg open on a metal bar that was broken on a desk. You also were hit in the face with a pom-pom at cheer. My seventh grade year was pretty good except the fact that people were always bossing you around. Fast forward it is your last year of Jr. high and you are ready for it to be over. The constant crying because someone in Jr. high was mean is over. Getting over the memories of everything that happened took steps to get there. You first had to block out all of the noise and at least attempt to leave all of the drama behind you. I know that sometimes you doubted yourself but eventually overcame it and realized your self worth is more than drama and sadness. I know that I learne...